Barry seemed to enjoy his weekend job as a security guard in the basement cafe in the Queens College student union building. One reason might have been that he felt it was like being at a party with people only a few years younger than him, on the college campus where he had previously graduated from, on Friday, Saturday and Sunday night; and, in addition, it seemed to provide him with more of a possibility that he could pick-up and "score" eventually with more younger "chicks" than did his Monday through Friday day job during the week as a delivery truck driver.
And after about a month working as a basement cafe security guard at the Queens College student union building, Barry invited me to check out the scene on one Saturday night.
"Why don't you check out the scene tonight?" Barry suggested.
"How can I check out the scene if I don't have a student I.D.?" I replied. "Without a student I.D., you're not allowed to even enter the Queens College student union building by the security guard in the lobby."
Barry laughed. "Just walk around to the backside of the student union building. There's an unmarked exit door leading into the sub-basement level of a stairwell there, that most people don't know about, which is always left unlocked. Just walk around to the back of the building, open the unlocked door and up the stairwell a half-flight of stairs and you'll be just down the hall from the basement cafe entrance--where I'll pretend to check your wallet and then let you walk by me."
"Well, if it's that easy for me to get into the student union building, I'll check it out sometime tonight," I said.
